I was going to post a clip of the Chatterer from the movie Hellraiser, but…
Eeeeewwwwwww! Too gross to make a joke.
The reason for this Stack is all of the Internet Profits claiming the end of the Eek Oh Gnomic system on March 11, 2024. It’s literally the 11th hour (of that day) as I write this but it seems that things are still running as distorted and ineffciently as they ever were without any post-A Pox Your Lipstick collapse.
So, Sow, Sew, I’ve always wondered if all of the Profits of Doom that ever made a pre-diction that never came through ever issued errata or apologies for the Porn of Fear that they so sowed - those sows?
This is not to say that the opening ceremonies weren’t intended for a continuous and future demise, but when someone says it will all fall to shit on a certain day, yet I have crusted stains of old shit, not the new, liquidy, smelly shit of something fresh, then I tire of the attempts to toggle people’s adrenal cortexes like a cheap porno trying to get a rise from you with no conclusion.
But I guess that’s the way sex is here in Hell: Just a Mind Fuck, and I also guess that that is the way the bulk of Humanity likes it because they haven’t don’t anything to shut down the Red Light Dis Trick.
Red Lights mean: STOP!
Maybe one day the Iraqi Dinar will revalue.
Maybe one day the White Hats will Save The Day.
One day maybe I won’t have anything to bitch about.
Maybe one day those who said that Drumpf was going to save them despite him chastizing Cousin Biden for “Not doing enough for Is Ra EL.” might tamp their heads with some nice nitrofied cotton and gum powder and shoot what amounts to their asses out of the cannon in the center ring of the Psycho Circus.
Well… Coffee Break’s over.
Back on your heads.
from what I hear, our money was never in the bank to begin with, so how can it go poof?
Especially appreciated your point on Drumpf
"Coffee break's over, back on your heads" 🤣 punch line to one of my fave jokes.